The Power of Truth
Smoke clouds billowed throughout the entirety of the skyline that was accessible to me through the windshield of my car. There was a constant bustling of people shouting and whooping.
It was the New Year, 2023.
I was in the midst of driving a shift for Uber. I had been having a phenomenal night thus far. Uber made it irresistible to drive that evening, with over $200 of “free” bonus money for folks who knocked out certain criteria.
After dropping off a passenger far away from all the activity on Jax Beach, I turned off my availability as I made it back to where the people were.
I was so focused on getting back to the busy area that I didn’t realize what time it was.
It didn’t hurt that the Georgia Bulldogs were in the midst of a last-minute comeback win in the College Football Playoff Semifinal. Clearly, I had that on in the background throughout the drive.
My focus on the football game was interrupted by loud booms as Jacksonville Beach had an array of fireworks stretching nearly a mile long. Unbeknownst to me, I had clicked the “Available” button, and a trip was coming in.
I accepted my first pickup of 2023 and picked up the two young ladies requesting a ride. They quickly directed me around the corner to pick up their friend that they were separated from, and we were on our way.
It is worth saying these were attractive young ladies who were put together very well. They carried themselves excitedly and confidently throughout the discussion, despite having quite a bit of alcohol so clearly present in their system.
At a certain point, the young lady in the back seat received the all too familiar text message from a last-minute booty call. The discussion turned toward her decision-making process on whether or not she should go see him when they arrived at their destination.
There were a number of factors they discussed such as her sobriety level (and thus, her ability to drive herself over there), whether or not she needed an uber to get there, who should pay for the uber (him or her), etc…
Friend #1 in the front seat told her, “I know you want to go. So, go if it will make you happy.”
Friend #2 was in agreement with Friend 1. She was also insisting that HE (the booty call) pay for the Uber if she was going to go over there in the middle of the night.
After no short period of time, Friend #2 turns her head toward me from the back seat. “Let’s get a guy’s perspective, right?? What do you think?” she inquired of me.
Very quickly, I sought to recuse myself from the question.
I simply said, “I have no counsel to offer in this situation.”
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